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(On the balcony)
Jerry: When I was in law school, my dream wasn't so much the big trial as... well, I guess this. Having a drink at the end of the day with co-counsel, battle-weary, rehashing the day, discussing strategy. The whole socialization of lawyering that... well, until now, I've never experienced. It's a rich feeling, whatever it is.
Alan: It's called friendship.
(Jerry nods)
Alan: To friendship, my colleague.
(They click glasses in a toast)
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(Renee and Alan run into each other)
Renee: My apologies.
Alan: Renee, looking well.
Renee: I'm glad. It's a goal.
Alan: Coping okay with your, tragic loss?
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Gracie Jane: (On TV) It takes more than a stiff whack on the head to keep me down, folks. Trust me, I get hit harder during sex. I'm only sorry this creepo didn't have at me with a shovel during sweeps.
Lincoln: (slaps the TV off) I knew I should've plunked her a second time! I just knew it!
Shirley: Are you telling me you're the one who assaulted her?
Lincoln: I say that in confidence, of course.
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Claire: (about Shirley) Are we really sure she's missing? Sometimes old people just slip off to have some work done.
(Jeffrey glares at her)
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Denny: My murder case went away. You've still got yours. It just doesn't seem fair.
Alan: Nutty Lincoln didn't whack the judge?
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Alan: Ready?
Jerry: I'm ready. I actually feel... calm. Of course, I'm medicated but... (smiles at his own joke)
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Lincoln: From the first moment I saw you, do you know what I wanted to do?
Shirley: Pave my driveway?
Lincoln: I wanted to suck on your right earlobe. I'm sure people tell you, you have soft, supple lobes.
Shirley: It gets old.
Lincoln: Is mocking me really an exercise of your most sound judgment, Shirley? After all, I do have in my possession a loaded firearm.
Shirley: Let alone a ukulele.
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Denny: Right on my balcony.
Allen: It is not what you think.
Denny: I saw you. I heard you.
Allen: We were just talking.
Denny storms from the room.
Allen: Oh dear.
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Alan: Denny, where is that doll?
Denny: The police took her in for questioning.
Alan: Shirley Schmidtho?
Denny: She'll be back.
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Shirley: (to Lincoln) We all live our lives on a ledge. And it takes surprisingly little to push us over.
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Shirley: Lincoln! Suck...my...lobe.
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Paul: Have you seen Shirley?
Denny: Naked?
Paul: Lately. She's missing.